Sorry for the late updating! I wasn't out of ideas but have too much of ideas until I don't really know which one to write. At last it was decided that I'm gonna write on what I want to write. Anyway, I have written a new story. That, you have to check it yourself. Anyway, let's move on to the story.
All the pupils sat quietly as the teacher introduced to them a new transfer student. She was a girl with blond hair and very pale skin. Her eyes were big and black and she was very short.
Her name was Minolva Alvi.
"Minolva, could you go and sit next to Takato?" She walked to her sit and settled down.
Takato watched her putting her books in the shelf under the desk. Even though she didn't look jolly herself, she was indeed a very pretty girl. However, Minolva didn't seem to be bothered to make any new friend. The girls in the class started to make rumours about her, saying that she was too proud to be friend with them. It was the second break when he had spoken to her for the first time.
"Hi, I'm Takato Akito", he introduced himself. Yet, Minolva only looked at him blankly and then returned to the food that she had been eating.
"Well, Minolva. How does it feel to be in a new school?" he asked. This time, Minolva didn't even care to look at him at all. However, Takato wasn't giving up easily.
He continued to try to get her into the conversation.
"I was wondering if you could speak", he said.
Minolva looked at him coldly. She was very offended and moved away from him. Takato trailed her until they arrived at the class. However, he didn't dare to come into the class, scared that she would hate him even more.
Then, she heard her sobbing.
He peeped to see what was going on. That girl was crying alone in the classroom. Slowly, he approached her and sat next to her.
"Go on. Laugh at me", she said, sniffing.
Puzzled, Takato took a piece of paper and drew a stick man saying sorry to a stick girl. He showed the drawing at her. Minolva took it and observed the simple and clean apology.
"Friend?" he asked. She nodded.
For the first time in her life, she smiled at him, truthfully from the bottom of her heart.
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Green, orange, blue and so on; the colour of the clothes on the display were so radiant and beautiful. She was hypnotised to see such expensive clothes around her in the heaven of Shopping Mall.
"Are you sure I can choose anything that I want?" she asked to be certain.
Kyo sighed. "Hey, you'd better choose before I change my mind", he said. Yuya, hearing to that immediately grabbed some dresses to try on. Then, she headed for the changing room.
A few minutes later, she came out with a different dress from which she had been wearing on in the past three days.
"Nay, you look like an old lady in that", he said. Yuya pulled a face as she had adored the dress since she had first seen it. She stared at him with her arms akimbo.
"Well, if you don't trust me, you can ask the people around here", he said with a sneer.
A boy about five years old wandered near them. Kyo stopped the boy and asked him to give an opinion about Yuya's dress. The boy looked up and down on Yuya as if he was a fashion designer.
"Aunty, you look like a granny. I think you should listen to your husband here", criticized the little boy.
"Hello, as a matter of fact, that man over there is not my husband", said Yuya. She was trying to hide her red face. She was humiliated to be called granny twice in a row which didn't always happen to her.
Yuya picked another dress and another but none of them satisfied him. In the end, she gave up and came out again with her original dress. Kyo smirked. He knew that she would give up that dead easy.
Wait! She was going to live with a blind person. Did colour really matters to that guy?
"Hey, is the guy really blind like you told me?" she asked. Her face was expressing her protest.
"Yes", Kyo answered.
"But buying a dress for a girl needs to suit her best, am I right?"
"But that is not a real matter to me", Yuya protested even more.
"Well, if I want to continue going out with this woman, she needs to wear an appropriate dress that suit her", Kyo suddenly said.
Yuya was frozen but those phrases were boiling her blood with warmth. No, Kyo! We were not close yet, she denied quietly in her mind. She was shocked to find herself staring at him more than a minute.
He coughed.
"Uh-oh, I'm sorry. Where were we just now?" she asked.
Kyo passed her a pink dress with yellow Miri flower on it. She tried it on. Amazingly, the dress fit in best, as if it was purposely made for her only. She admired her reflection in the mirror.
Well, if I want to continue going out with this woman, she needs to wear an appropriate dress that suit her
But what did those words mean?
Why was there a sudden urge in her to fight for him? She didn't understand it all. But time would hint her until the day when everything was clear to her. Only time could mend it. Only time could tell.
Hahaha! Actually, I was planning to write something else but it turned up to like this. Anyway, you guys can check on my new story. Well, it's not about Kyo and Yuya cause it is a song fic. Just for fun! And also, a big thanks to Kaeru-sama and all other reviewers and readers. I love you all!
